Fluency of the tongue.

John felt himself melt into the kiss as Red sucked on his bottom lips and her slender body rubbed needily against him, crying for his attention.

Finally the need to breathe caught up to them, and they reluctantly parted.

“Wow,” John panted, his mind empty of anything but Red.

Achievement Unlocked: First Kiss!
I’m so proud to see you finally turning into a man. Really.
+1 Charisma
+2 Libido

Red let out a melodic giggle in between shaky, shallow breaths, and she touched her lip as she beamed at John with electric desire. She gently swung off his lap and onto her feet, pulling John with her as she did. “What do you say to finding a bed upstairs?” she breathed into his ear.

John wanted to say something then. Something witty and flirty, but words failed him. Thankfully Red seemed to understand him, even in his silence, and so he simply followed the fluttering of her cloak upstairs.

Oh me, oh my… this is turning out to be more than a just kiss. Have fun! And please don’t mind me ;)

John barely registered the message. Anything that was not the tactile pleasure of flesh or image of crimson seemed like a waste of his attention right now. They paused at the closest bed. It was old and worn but would survive the purpose they had in mind for it… probably. Red turned to him and smiled shyly, before reaching out to loop her arms around his neck. “You’re… ah, wearing too much armour,” she laughed.

“Oh, right,” John kicked himself for being so stupid and quickly unequipped his armour and all of his clothes save for his boxers.

“Woah,” Red gaped, more than a little startled at John’s sudden change of apparel, before bursting out into a fit of laughter. “Gosh, there’s no fun in removing clothes that way!”

“Oh, uh… would you like me to… put them back on then?” John stammered awkwardly, wondering where Red was getting her confidence from.

“Best not,” Red said breathlessly as she examined his body for the first time. “Mmm, you’ve got a lot more muscle than I expected,” she hummed happily, tracing her left hand along his bare chest and reaffirming for John that raising his physical stats had been a wise investment.

With her right hand, Red traced John’s jawline, before leaning in for another quick kiss and pushing John down onto the bed. “Mmm, you might just taste better than apple pie,” Red quipped as they parted, running her tongue along her lips. “I could just gobble you all up,” she emphasised with a gentle bite on his lip.

John’s mind was blank, but thankfully his hands seemed to have an instinct of their own. They slid around her supple figure, trying to snake their way underneath her shirt. Then Red abruptly pushed him away as she stood up. She bore a guileful smile as she stood over him. After only a short moment, she unlaced her cloak and draped it over his face, bathing John’s senses in the sight and smell of Red.

“Don’t you dare look,” she warned lightly as her silhouette began undressing in the light beyond the cloak.

The anticipation was excruciating; resisting the temptation to tear off the cloak and take Red then was the most turbulent battle John had fought in his life.

Finally, Red brought the century-long wait to an end as she straddled his body and pulled the cloak away from his eyes. John had seen her naked earlier that day, but somehow, she managed to be sexier still straddling his lap with matching, white lace underwear to mask the prizes John so desperately desired. He basked in the vision of her: chest heaving, with her blue eyes gleaming longingly and white skin flushed pink in the heat of the sexual atmosphere clinging to them both. It was a surreal experience. To be so strongly coveted by another. To be the sole focus of her attention.

John suddenly felt the need to prove his desire. He had been a mere observer so far; it was time for him to take charge and make her truly feel for him. John’s hands returned to her body like magnets, relishing the texture of her skin on his fingers. With one hand cupping her toned ass and the other reaching up her back to unclip her bra, John tenderly flipped their positions and pushed Red’s, now bare, back into the bed.

Red let out a gasp of pleasure as their positions switched, making it clear how pleased she was at John’s newfound assertiveness. None too gracefully, John tossed aside Red’s bra to behold her gorgeous mounds of flesh like the perky biological treasures they were. He marvelled as he cupped them in his hand, running his thumbs along her pert, pink nipples and causing her body to release a slight spasm of pleasure.

Red’s arms reached out to embrace him, and John leaned forward to meet her, his lips brushing tenderly against hers; an act which had already become so familiar and so right. Her body pushed against him, demanding more attention, and John complied enthusiastically. He ran his tongue along her lips once more before tracing a line down her neck, past her collarbone, and halting his advance at her pale breasts. There he sucked on her sweet skin, celebrating in the smooth sensation of their touch and the soft song of sighs that chorused in his ears.

But he was not done. He slid down further. Down her abdomen… past her navel and along the curve in her hips, ending on the inside of her satin thighs. John’s eyes focused on the place where her thighs met. John could see a large wet spot soaking into the white cotton of her panties, and a small tuft of golden-blonde hair sprung from the waistband.

In a trance, John pressed his face forward. At the same time, Red’s gentle hands pressed into his hair, urging him closer. John inhaled deeply as his nose brushed against her blonde hair, the musky smell of her arousal seducing his nose and urging his tongue to taste. He was no longer in control of his own body, as he pressed his mouth against the cotton to suck her sweet juice from the soaked material. It was a quick addiction; one John would never regret. The more he sucked, the more soaked it seemed to get, but it was soon not enough.

John hooked a finger around the waistband of Red’s panties and pulled downwards to reveal the glistening glory that was her pussy. It was like a blooming flower, flushed red in the heat of her arousal and opening to reveal a gleaming pearl. John momentarily tore his eyes from the sight to cast them upwards. Her heaving breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath she took, and her eyes were closed, her face trapped in an expression of dreamlike ecstasy.

Smiling, John refocused his attention on her crotch. He began with light kisses around her labia, inhaling the moisture that had caught in her fragrant blonde forest of hair before circling inwards. Red sighed and writhed as John’s mouth drew closer and closer to her clit, clawing at his hair and hooking her legs over his shoulders to urge him on. As John’s lips brushed the pearl, Red let out a shuddering breath, her voice a rasp as she murmured encouragements.

But John found himself unsatisfied with the ability of his tongue. His skills felt sloppy, untrained as they were. It was then that inspiration hit John, and moments later, he had created the exact skill he needed.

Skill Created: Fluency
The Gamer is able to use his tongue more dexterously and skillfully. Target’s pleasure is increased by 1% when used intimately or sexualy.

John had been going about his duty by ear, but as soon as the popup appeared, a burst of knowledge and muscle memory flooded into his system. In an instant he had gone from fumbling around to knowing exactly what his tongue could do to bring out the strongest cries of rapture in Red.

“Oh! Wha?” she cried at the sudden change. “What just happen- how did? Oh fuuuuck!” she rambled in sexual bliss. “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!”

John hadn’t planned on it, her words only serving to drive him further on. Her voice undulated between feminine sighs and wolfish cries as she bucked her hips against his face, drawing closer and closer to the release her body craved. The humidity between her thighs was rising at a rapid rate, and the scent and taste of sexual fluid threatened to overwhelm John. But he pushed past the haze of his intoxication, intent on using his newfound skill to the best of his abilities. At long last he felt Red’s whole body tense, her pussy quivering as she came. Hard. Red’s body arched back, and she let out a wolfish howl as her cunt unleashed a flood onto John’s face and filled his mouth with the sweet taste of her femcum.

Red ran her fingers lovingly through his hair as she came down from her high, letting out small whimpers while John gently and gratefully cleaned up the mess between her legs. Her snatch would occasionally quiver in small aftershocks and spill a few more drops of heaven. The taste buds in John’s mouth were on fire with a pleasant buzz he hoped would never subside.